Chapter 3 of the Romantic Continent: Fragrance Spreads in the Quiet Palace

The largest hall in the luxurious palace was draped with crimson curtains, silver screens, and gossamer-thin gauze curtains. It was furnished with a magnificent tiger-skin bed and embroidered stools, along with various glittering ornaments. A strange fragrance wafted from a beast-shaped cauldron, enveloping the entire palace in a hazy, ethereal aroma. The palace was incredibly luxurious, giving those who entered a sense of paradise.

To the west of the palace was the Empress's boudoir. The door was made of the finest sandalwood, adorned with exquisite floral paintings. Above this uniquely painted door was a relief of a dragon seemingly soaring through the air. There were no door knockers, suggesting its sturdiness.

The room was ablaze with vibrant colors and a captivating fragrance.

Before Ye Tianlong could even push open the door, it opened silently, revealing four exquisitely beautiful palace maids. Each maid wore a high-coiffed bun, adorned with jewels and jade, and a light red autumn dress. The narrow sleeves of the dress revealed glimpses of her full, jade-like forearms, and her delicate, snow-white neck was partially exposed beneath her short, fitted sleeves. Small, delicate lotus-shaped

hairpins peeked out from under her matching red skirts. Each maid carried a bright, medium-sized lantern in her slender hands, two on the left and two on the right. They walked gracefully towards Ye Tianlong, their movements synchronized, their fragrance wafting even before they arrived, truly intoxicating.

"Your Majesty, we respectfully invite you into the room,"

the four maids said, bowing gracefully before Ye Tianlong, their voices ringing out like silver bells. After speaking, they stepped aside to make way for Ye Tianlong.

After a slight pause, Ye Tianlong nodded and smiled, then calmly strode forward. Two palace maids led the way with lanterns on either side of him, while two others followed behind with lanterns. Although the lighting here was so bright that lanterns were unnecessary, this was the established rule of the palace. These subtle details revealed the intoxicating allure of power; no wonder countless people throughout history have been willing to sacrifice everything for greater power.

As Ye Tianlong's figure disappeared at the entrance to the Empress's bedchamber, the two palace maids behind him immediately stopped, gently closing the exquisitely decorated door behind him. They then stood on either side of the door.

Upon entering the palace, a fragrant aroma filled the air. Two beautiful palace maids respectfully greeted him, bowing before helping Ye Tianlong undress. The two palace maids leading the way with lanterns each lifted a thin, draped veil.

Beyond the silk curtains separating the left and right was an elegant, luxurious, spacious, and bright bedroom. The floor was covered with pink carpets, and the furniture was all crafted from the finest rosewood. The beautifully patterned tables and cabinets were inlaid with pearls and jade, a masterpiece of craftsmanship that left one breathless.

But the most captivating scene was at the far end, against the wall, on a large folding bed. The beautiful and charming Empress Qian lay there in an incredibly graceful, alluring pose, reclining slightly, her radiant face displaying an expression that seemed to hold a mixture of anticipation, timidity, joy, and sorrow. What

surprised Ye Tianlong most was that Empress Qian wore a yellow silk robe embroidered with dragons and phoenixes. Ye Tianlong recognized this yellow silk robe; it was the imperial robe reserved for the Emperor of Fast. The dragons on it were embroidered in gold thread, lifelike, their scales and whiskers seemingly leaping with every movement.

While the golden dragon robe was indeed a forbidden item for commoners, reserved for royalty, what truly conveyed its authority and status was the five-clawed, five-whiskered dragon embroidered upon it—a unique feature representing heaven, earth, humanity, and the two goddesses of wind and moon.

"What are you thinking about?" Seeing Empress Qian gazing thoughtfully at her robe, Ye Tianlong asked softly.

"You've come!"

Empress Qian looked up and gave Ye Tianlong a sweet smile, but he sensed something unusual in her tone, and a hint of worry and unease flickered in her bright eyes.

"What's wrong? What are you worried about?" Slightly startled, Ye Tianlong quickly approached Empress Qian, asking with concern.

"Nothing, what could I possibly worry about?" Empress Qian smiled faintly, but the observant man clearly saw her forced smile.

“No, there must be something you haven’t told me.” Standing by the bed, Ye Tianlong looked down intently into Empress Qian’s eyes, his expression anxious.

“I’m a little scared. I’m scared that after you wear this dress, you’ll end up like Father…”

Faced with Ye Tianlong’s repeated questioning, Empress Qian looked up into his eyes and said very seriously. The worry on her delicate face made Ye Tianlong’s heart ache. In an instant, he suddenly felt that Empress Qian was such a pitiful and lonely girl.

Because Ye Tianlong had understood the deeper meaning in Empress Qian’s words. She was afraid that he would become like Andre III, neglecting or even distancing himself from her because of busy political affairs. Perhaps there was an even deeper meaning: Empress Qian was worried that after Ye Tianlong obtained the throne, he would ignore or even forget her existence.

“I’m really so scared that you will forget me and abandon me because I’m no longer useful to you…” Looking up at her beautiful face, Empress Qian asked Ye Tianlong in a low voice, looking worried and timid.

"Silly girl, what are you saying!"

Ye Tianlong felt a pang of pity and heartache. From that moment on, he deeply understood the Qian Nuhuang's attachment to him and her wholehearted trust. He never imagined that the usually mischievous, lively, and cheerful Qian Nuhuang would also have such a delicate heart, and feel such worry and unease.

"No matter what happens, I will always love you and protect you. You will always be my lovely little wife! I swear, if..." He cupped Qian Nuhuang's rosy cheeks in his hands and said to her in a very serious and solemn tone.

"Don't swear, I don't want you to swear..." Qian Nuhuang quickly reached out a small, crystal-clear hand and covered his mouth with hers, a genuine smile spreading across her radiant face: "I believe you." He

gently kissed Qian Nuhuang's small hand and looked directly into her beautiful eyes, which sparkled with a strange light.

"I know you're still a little worried, but I'll show you my feelings with my actions." Reaching out, Ye Tianlong grasped the Empress's small hand and pulled it away from his mouth, speaking with unwavering conviction.

The Empress nodded vigorously, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

Calming slightly, Ye Tianlong could finally see clearly that the Empress was completely naked except for the imperial robe that symbolized supreme power. Beneath her smooth, rounded neck, her skin, whiter and more delicate than jade, was like powdered cream.

Because she had raised her hand, one sleeve of her robe had slipped down, revealing most of her soft, jade-like arm. From Ye Tianlong's angle, he could even see her smooth, delicate armpit and the slightly raised, pink mound of her breasts.

"Why didn't you change your clothes?"

Sitting beside the Empress, Ye Tianlong playfully pinched her chin, speaking with a smile. He decided to change the atmosphere, and more importantly, he wanted Empress Qian to clearly understand his love for her.

She glanced at Ye Tianlong with a resentful yet alluring look, making the lustful man's heart flutter uncontrollably. Suddenly, Empress Qian stood up on the couch, stretching her arms to the sides, head held high, chest puffed out, her bare jade feet lightly touching the bed as

she gracefully twirled. Her long, glossy black hair flowed like a waterfall, and her imperial robes billowed, revealing the full curves of her body. The movement of the hem further accentuated her long, straight, snow-white legs and delicate, graceful feet, making the lustful man's eyes widen in disbelief.

It's truly unimaginable that the Empress Qian, dressed in royal robes, could possess such alluring charm when making these movements.

"Does this look good?" Stopping her actions, the Empress Qian lowered her fair face, which was tinged with an alluring pink, and opened her bright, clear eyes, which were as clear as black and white and as sparkling as autumn water, as she asked Ye Tianlong in a low voice.

Meeting the captivating, hazy, and dreamlike gaze in Empress Qian's bright eyes, Ye Tianlong sincerely said to her, "You look so beautiful! I never imagined that the imperial robes would look so wonderful on you." A

satisfied and smug smile appeared on her face. Empress Qian bent down, placed her hands on Ye Tianlong's neck, and gently breathed into his ear, "I like it when you call me Qian'er, because that's what Father has always called me since I was little."

Ye Tianlong wrapped his arms around Empress Qian, pulling her into his embrace, and kissed her cheek deeply, "My little darling, from now on, you are my Qian'er."

"Once the abdication edict is announced tomorrow, I hope to reclaim my original title of Princess Qian." Empress Qian pressed her cheek against Ye Tianlong's face, gently rubbing it, and said softly to him with deep emotion, "Since childhood, Father has named me Princess Chang Le, but I still prefer to be called Princess Qian."

"Then you will always be Princess Qian," Ye Tianlong said to Princess Qian without hesitation.

To be honest, he was already very satisfied that Queen Qian was so generous in transferring the throne to him, so no matter what requests she made, Ye Tianlong would agree without hesitation.

"By the way, I've always been curious about your name. Is it really just a single character, Qian?"

Suddenly sensing the atmosphere between them becoming somewhat heavy, Ye Tianlong changed the subject. But frankly, Ye Tianlong really wanted to know the answer to that question.

"What an ignorant man!"

Princess Qian rolled her eyes, her bright eyes wide. Clearly, she was quite surprised and dissatisfied that Ye Tianlong would ask such a question.

Seeing that the man before her still looked bewildered, Princess Qian cleared her throat and began her self-introduction: "Let me tell you! My real name is Andrei Gudhans Yusuf..."

Hearing Princess Qian recite her name so fluently, Ye Tianlong's head began to throb. He truly hadn't expected Princess Qian's name to be so complicated.

Because of the Fast royal family's tradition of placing the elder's name before the younger's, and then adding up the names, Princess Qian's name naturally became astonishingly long.

"...Qiu Kete Qian."

Finally hearing Princess Qian finish pronouncing her given name, Ye Tianlong let out a long sigh of relief.

The person in question took several deep breaths, then glared fiercely at Ye Tianlong before continuing, "Because it was too troublesome, Father and I simply simplified it to Princess Qian."

At this point, Princess Qian suddenly jumped up, angrily grabbing Ye Tianlong's ears: "You must have never properly studied royal etiquette, because you should have memorized these royal names by heart in the knightly academy; it's the most basic knowledge for a knight. Tell me quickly, is your knighthood certificate real or fake?"

"Nonsense, my knighthood certificate is of course real." Startled, Ye Tianlong said to Princess Qian with a very serious expression.

The so-called Knight's Certificate is an identity certificate issued by the Knight Academy to prospective knights after rigorous examinations. Every knight of Fast must possess such a certificate; otherwise, they can only remain a prospective knight, even if they have inherited the knighthood from their fathers. They still need to pass examinations in both knightly martial arts and state etiquette before they can truly be called a knight of Fast.

However, Ye Tianlong quickly chuckled and said to Princess Qian, who had believed him, "But I bought it with money because I hate going to those etiquette classes."

"Haha, you really are a fake knight!" Princess Qian threw herself at Ye Tianlong, giggling and patting his chest. "If the ministers in court knew I was giving the throne to a fake knight like you, they would faint!"

"They already have," Ye Tianlong smiled slightly and said to Princess Qian, "Do you know how loud the protests have been these past two days?"

"I thought so too." Princess Qian seemed unconcerned, nestled in Ye Tianlong's arms, she lifted her head and gently stroked his cheek, softly saying, "When I ascended the throne, didn't I also face a lot of opposition? But in the end, I still made it through."

“That’s right. Let those who object go home. We should just do what we want to do; why bother with what others think?” Nodding, Ye Tianlong reached out and grasped Princess Qian’s delicate hand, pressing it against his cheek as he gazed deeply at the beautiful young woman.

“Hold me tight,” Princess Qian suddenly said to Ye Tianlong, her voice filled with emotion.

Without another word, Ye Tianlong gently embraced Princess Qian’s delicate body. Her petite frame trembled slightly beneath the imperial robes—a tremor of excitement, anticipation, and longing.

He gently unbuttoned the first button of the robe, then the second…

half of the garment fell down, revealing her fair, jade-like skin. The shallow cleavage perfectly outlined the alluring curves of her pink breasts. His

fiery lips pressed passionately against hers, Ye Tianlong’s tongue tracing the smooth, delicate skin, savoring the captivating flesh beneath the imperial robes. Perhaps it was the special sensation brought by the imperial robe, but Ye Tianlong felt that Princess Qian was particularly sensitive today. Almost as soon as his lips touched her tender breasts, Princess Qian began to moan passionately.

A wave of heat emanated from her cool skin, and Princess Qian's moans grew louder. Her hands tightly gripped Ye Tianlong's head, pressing his mouth forcefully against her body. At the same time, she thrust her soft, warm breasts forward to receive Ye Tianlong's deep kiss.

Ye Tianlong stretched out his hands and pulled Princess Qian's imperial robe open further, now fully exposing her breasts at the open lapel. Because of the garment's restraint, Princess Qian's soft breasts protruded even more, their nipples proudly erect, radiating a mesmerizing glow under the lamplight.

Taking one soft, warm nipple into his mouth, Ye Tianlong's hand simultaneously grasped the other glistening breast.

Blowing, sucking, licking, biting… kneading, pressing, pinching, rubbing…

once all eighteen martial arts techniques are unleashed, even a woman of stone would be consumed by burning desire, let alone a young girl whose heart is already fluttering with spring fever.

Her skin, as soft as jade, was now flushed with an incomparably gorgeous, vibrant blush, and her once clear and captivating eyes were now veiled with a wet mist.

“Ah…so beautiful…faster…”

Her slender, jade-like fingers, like spring onions, were deeply embedded in Ye Tianlong’s hair, her long, jade-like legs tightly wrapped around Ye Tianlong’s waist, and her lower abdomen pressed tightly against his body.

Lifting his head, Ye Tianlong’s lips moved upwards, leaving his fiery kisses on her fair neck, chin, cheeks, eyes, and forehead. Finally, his lips pressed heavily against Princess Qian’s cherry-like mouth.

The moment Dingxiang's exquisite tongue touched Ye Tianlong's agile and powerful tongue, they passionately intertwined, lips and tongues swirling, saliva flowing freely, pearly teeth gently nibbling. Princess Qian's delicate nostrils flared rapidly, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

A moment later, with Ye Tianlong's forceful sucking and entwining, Princess Qian's body stiffened abruptly. Then, she felt a warm current surge deep within her lower abdomen, warming her entire body, bringing indescribable pleasure and comfort, making her mind and soul soar.

Seeing the look of intoxication and ecstasy on Princess Qian's pretty face, Ye Tianlong stopped his further actions, gently stroking her pink cheeks.

"...Brother Tianlong...you're so amazing...Qian'er...flew...up in an instant..." After catching her breath for a while, Princess Qian happily embraced Ye Tianlong, whispering sweetly to him.

"Haha, this is just the appetizer, the real challenge is yet to come!"

Having won the first battle, Ye Tianlong was overjoyed. He had just subtly infused Princess Qian's body with a trace of dark energy through their lips and tongues, and by caressing her with his hands. He hadn't expected the effect to be so potent. His tongue, brimming with dark energy, had stirred such intense desire within Princess Qian's mouth; who knew what would happen if he applied it to her more sensitive private parts?

Dark energy possessed a mysterious aphrodisiac and transformative effect on women, a fact Ye Tianlong had only discovered when he was taking revenge on Zuo Lanxin. He hadn't expected it to be even more effective on Princess Qian. He couldn't help but secretly anticipate further research and discoveries in this area; perhaps it would be even more effective than any other bedroom arts.

However, if the Dark Demon God knew that the all-destroying dark energy had been used in this way by a lustful man, he would surely faint with rage.

Seeing the royal robes on Princess Qian, an idea suddenly popped into Ye Tianlong's mind.

"Your Majesty, let's go play in the Council Hall!"

"The Council Hall?"

Princess Qian didn't quite understand at first, but seeing the flames dancing in the lustful man's eyes, her heart leaped.

"Are we just going like this?"

"Of course we'll go."

Ye Tianlong said naturally, simultaneously reaching out to pick up Princess Qian's delicate body and floating out.

The Council Hall of the Palace of No Worries was the important place where the emperor and his ministers discussed state affairs; those of insufficient rank didn't even have the chance to approach it.

The Council Hall at midnight, empty and cold, felt somewhat eerie. Ye Tianlong, dressed in a nightgown, silently carried the half-naked Princess Qian in, dodging five patrols of guards along the way. The tension and excitement made the completely naked Princess Qian tremble.

Through the skylight above the hall, the moonlight, like water, poured down without obstruction, illuminating the area within a three-zhang radius around the throne. The vast imperial throne was covered with a thick, pale yellow cushion, which, under the moonlight, seemed to be crafted from gold.

Ye Tianlong placed the half-naked Princess Qian on the throne, took two steps back, and knelt on one knee before her, performing a knightly salute.

"Your Majesty, please forgive my disrespect and intrusion,"

Princess Qian said, both excited and thrilled. Her cheeks were flushed, and the yellow imperial robe was parted at the chest, revealing a pair of smooth, soft, and white breasts proudly and powerfully thrusting forward. The hem of her robe was open, revealing a long, straight, and slender jade leg.

At that moment, one of her delicate, white, jade-like feet fell into Ye Tianlong's hands. Kneeling, he grasped Princess Qian's jade foot before his eyes, first carefully admiring its exquisite, jade-carved shape, then gently kissing the white, jade-like instep, before taking the full, rounded, slender toe into his mouth.

"Ah..."

Princess Qian trembled and moaned softly, her eyes slightly closed in ecstasy. Surrounded by such familiar surroundings, in a daze, she seemed to sense the many ministers standing below the hall, just as always, silently watching her. This illusion of being spied on by her ministers sent a wave of confusion through Princess Qian. While still

sucking and kissing, Ye Tianlong's hand slowly moved upwards, tracing the smooth, white flesh of her legs, until it slipped inside her imperial robes. The warm, soft skin on either side of her legs was slippery and smooth to the touch, and wisps of heat emanated from the tips, intoxicating the lustful man's mind.

Ye Tianlong's fingers gently explored her sensitive areas, causing Princess Qian to involuntarily recoil. With each movement, her breasts rose and fell, like restless jade rabbits.

As she giggled and chuckled, her gaze shifted downwards, and Princess Qian saw the bulge beneath Ye Tianlong's robes. Her heart fluttered, and she could no longer control herself.

"Now you are the emperor, let me serve you!"

Pulling Ye Tianlong onto the wide dragon throne, Princess Qian jumped down herself, burying her face between his legs.

If anyone were to enter this sacred place of the Wuyou Palace at this moment, they would witness an unbelievable scene.

High on the imperial throne, a man in a nightgown sat with his legs spread wide. Between his legs knelt a young woman in a Fast royal robe, her slightly disheveled hair and flushed, intoxicatingly pink cheeks. But what was most breathtaking was that the young woman's cherry-like lips were gently enveloping the man's hot, erect member, and the front of her robe was wide open, revealing her jade-like breasts exposed to the air.

“Yes, gently.”

“Okay, like that… don’t bite with your teeth… use your tongue more…”

Under Ye Tianlong’s enthusiastic guidance, Princess Qian’s oral skills improved very quickly. As her head rose and fell, her pretty face, flushed red, was filled with a kind of lewd feeling, yet the royal robe she wore gave people the most solemn and dignified feeling.

As he looked at her, Ye Tianlong couldn’t help but feel a little confused. Lewdness and solemnity, two incompatible things, appeared at the same time in Princess Qian in an unbelievable way, and his heart seemed to be burning with a raging fire.

Reaching out to pull up Princess Qian, Ye Tianlong wanted to tear off her royal robe, but Princess Qian gently pressed down his hands: “Starting tomorrow, I will no longer wear this dress, so I want to keep a special memento.”

Hearing Princess Qian’s words, Ye Tianlong smiled wickedly, picked her up, and placed her on his lap.

The front of the imperial robe parted to the left and right, revealing long, slender jade legs and fair, soft skin. Above that lay the most mysterious forbidden area of the young girl, her plump and tender vulva, a few drops of jade fluid dampening the light downy hair.

The hot, hard penis slid over Princess Qian's most sensitive protrusion, accurately pressing against her tender honeyed spot. The sensitive bud already felt the astonishing heat and force.

"I'm going in,"

Ye Tianlong whispered in Princess Qian's ear, his hands gripping her slender waist. Princess Qian, her eyes glazed, weakly nodded her head, her long, smooth jade legs straight and spread apart. With

a release of his hands, amidst Princess Qian's loud groan, the hard, hot jade pillar smoothly occupied the muddy flower path, her legs instinctively wrapping around Ye Tianlong's waist.

"Ah..."

With a hot sigh, Princess Qian, with her most sensitive and deep flower garden pressed against her, tilted her head back, her long, black hair drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

The delicate petals finally fully opened, and Ye Tianlong breathed a satisfied sigh of relief. He slowly lifted his hands, then withdrew again, letting the slippery walls of the cave rub against him, carefully savoring the sensation.

Ye Tianlong's gentle touch was far from enough to satisfy Princess Qian. She wrapped her arms around Ye Tianlong's head and neck, shaking him vigorously, her jade buttocks twisting and thrusting like a millstone, as if she wanted to swallow him whole.

Love fluid quickly soaked their joined parts. Princess Qian, overwhelmed with pleasure, pressed her soft breasts tightly against Ye Tianlong's chest, rubbing them incessantly. Her face was flushed, her eyes were languid, and her pearly teeth bit her lips, yet she still couldn't help but moan repeatedly.

Finally, Princess Qian's moans became even more frenzied, her arms tightly wrapped around Ye Tianlong's head and neck, her long, slender legs tensed, her delicate, white feet and exquisite toes all stretched out with all their might.

"This is just the beginning!"

The lustful man, his desires pent up, gently licked Princess Qian's earlobe and announced wickedly.

He placed the limp body on the large, comfortable dragon throne, not allowing Princess Qian to recover from her initial pleasure, and launched a fierce assault.

Pressing his advantage, he continued his relentless and powerful thrusts, filling Princess Qian's body again and again. Her overflowing fluids flowed with each stroke, down her deep buttocks, soaking her golden robes and the embroidered cushions beneath.

Under his forceful thrusts, Princess Qian's snow-white thighs were almost pressed against her chest, her pert buttocks fully exposed before him. He could clearly see the delicate petals of the girl's secret place, which had been hidden deep within, occasionally emerging under his vigorous thrusts. Pink and moist, vibrant and vulnerable, like a rose in a storm, trembling slightly…

"Ah… um…"

Intermittent moans and groans flowed from Princess Qian's small mouth. Under Ye Tianlong's powerful thrusts, wave after wave of pleasure surged from her body, spreading and surging throughout her.

In the revered hall, on the supreme throne, the girl in royal robes desperately yielded to the man's thrusts. Her expression was wanton and thirsty; pleasure, like a burst dam, completely overwhelmed Princess Qian.

"I can't… I can't take it anymore…"

Flashes of lightning streaked through her mind, the flames of pleasure burning her entire body. Her vision became hazy and confused, as if white light was constantly floating before her eyes.

In her extreme excitement, Princess Qian suddenly had a strange feeling, as if many people were watching her from all sides. Their faces were blurry, seemingly familiar yet strangely unfamiliar. In her confused state, she even saw the face of the late emperor and her ancestors who had once sat on this throne.

"Look! Look...come on...look..." With a cry of extreme excitement, an overwhelming pleasure swept through Princess Qian's body. As her mind soared to the heavens, she silently cried out, "Father...I feel so happy...so happy..."

The man, not yet satisfied, did not let go. While enjoying the powerful grip and sucking of her flower-like walls, he still pressed tightly against the tender bud at the end of her flower chamber, grinding vigorously.

Finally, Princess Qian, her mind blank, let out a long moan, her hands clutching her imperial robes tightly.

As Ye Tianlong withdrew, a stream of white fluid gushed from her blossoming secret place.

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